It’s been more than a month since I’ve had an excruciating abdominal pain. It’s been more than a month since my first time being hospitalized. It’s been more than a month since my operation. And, it’s been more than a month that I have been thanking God for giving me another chance to enjoy life.
August 23, 2017. While my husband and I were on our way home from SM Lanang, I suddenly felt like my stomach burst and my intestines wrung. From the tricycle going home, I just placed my hands on my tummy trying to ease the pain but it was of no use. The pain was so unbearable that I couldn’t help but scream and cry. The entire night I was thinking that it was just a normal stomachache or I just ate something that disturbed my stomach. So, I just let the night pass thinking it would be gone the next day. But, it didn’t.
August 24, 2017 at 2:00 in the morning, my husband awoke because I screamed again due to the pain. Thinking that that pain was already something else, instead of giving me mefenamic or celecoxib, he gave me paracetamol. (Yes, it’s not the remedy.) Somehow, I was able to go back to sleep until a couple of hours later, I couldn’t bear the pain anymore. Then, my husband decided that we would rush to the hospital.
At the hospital, things happened slowly and quickly at the same time. Slowly, because I wanted to know immediately what really was the culprit of my abdominal pain. And, quickly, because medical attention was rendered to me swiftly. When I learned that I had to be admitted, call me crazy but I was actually excited because it was my first time being hospitalized. However, that excitement was overpowered by worry, anxiety, and fear, as I was advised to undergo whole abdomen ultrasound. (But, I was more worried that I was told not to drink or eat anything for the ultrasound.)
It was then 9:00 in the morning; it was already time for the ultrasound. From the emergency room, I was brought to the ultrasound room. When I was being checked by the doctors, I could hear them saying the words ‘fluid’ and ‘mass.’ By then, I had already theorized that my ovarian cyst finally leaked. But, we still waited for the results.
After the ultrasound, I was brought to room 304. There, we waited for the doctor who was in charge of me. From then, I already felt groggy and my senses seemed to malfunction due to my thirst, hunger, and pain. When my doctor finally arrived, she told me that I had to undergo surgery because according to the ultrasound result, my ovarian cyst had already ruptured and chocolate-like fluid had scattered in my abdomen, hence the abdominal pain. She informed me that the operation would be done at 6:00 in the evening of the same day, which meant no food and water intake still until the surgery.
Since I was not allowed to eat nor drink for the whole day technically, the only thing that I did on that day was to sleep. However, there were times that my slumber would get disrupted because of the pain. Also, I was already irritable because aside from my abdominal pain, my hunger, thirst, and headache raced with each other. I was also so importunate to my husband because I would keep on asking him if I could drink water yet.
After brawling with the multitude of pain, finally, it’s time for my surgery. After my friends offered a prayer for me, I was then brought to the operating room an hour before the operation itself. Call me again crazy, but as soon as I entered the operating room, I felt so excited because I was excited with the thought that finally, my cyst would be removed! At last, after 4 hours of operation and 2 hours at the recovery room, my abdomen was cleansed and my ovarian cyst of 12 cm was gone!
That day was indeed one of the most grueling ever, but I just couldn’t help but feel so blessed despite and in spite of. Despite the hospital bill that almost reached to 100k and the longing to go back home and back to work, I was and still am very thankful to the following who have shown their concern, extended their support, and expressed their love right from the time that it was found out that I had cyst until the time that it was finally removed from me:
• To my students in F. Bangoy CES, thank you for praying for me and for being so behaved in the class despite my absence
• To my colleagues in F. Bangoy CES and to our principal, Ma’am Abayon, thank you for the medical assistance and for the prayers, too.
• To those who visited me in the hospital, thank you for sparing your time to visit me. Your presence and love made my cells happy and strong!
• To the nurses and doctors of San Pedro Hospital, special shout out to the two nurses at St. Lorenzo ward, whose names I have never gotten, thank you for the immediate medical response you have rendered and for the care that I have really felt during my ‘one-week staycation’ in the hospital
• To Dr. Marie Angelica S. Araral, thank you very much for removing my cyst and for the discount 😉
• To PhilHealth, PCSO, DSWD, and OSAP, thank you very much for the financial assistance!
• To Sir Vince Garcia, thank you very much also for the assistance, Sir.
• To my family, relatives, and friends, who have always been my constant prayer warriors, thank you for the love and care.
• To my husband, Daddy Arbie, thank you. Thank you for the love, the tears, the care…everything!
• AND OF COURSE, TO GOD ALMIGHTY, THANK YOU! I NOW HAVE FULLY UNDERSTOOD EVERYTHING, LORD. THANK YOU!
At present, I am on leave and I am fully recuperating at home. As of today, my incisions are already healed, but my left ovary itself is not fully healed yet. Even if my cyst was already removed, there would still be a possibility that it would recur in 5 or 6 years. Regardless, I am now very happy because I am quite healed and I am looking forward to the day that I will be back to the hospital again, not because of a cyst but because of giving birth to a healthy baby!
To God be the glory!